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Caseys_Mom
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 		Ya know, that purple crayon is kinda bugging me. I think it means something. If you google what the color represents, it's pretty interesting...
royalty, good judgement, happiness, strength, passion, wealth, leadership, trustworthiness, spirituality, mystery, creativity, power, penitence, mourning, magic, CREATION.... In feng shui, it is used in a healing room or for meditation.
So I was thinking... ya know how Road Runner would sometimes draw something on a brick wall & it would be real for him, but not for the coyote? Well, I think it might be interesting to try using the crayon to draw or write something and see if it creates a reality of it coming into existence.
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And also: (this is actually for the color violet)
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The 7th Chakra is known as the Crown Chakra bringing to us our universal connection - all is one.
A perfect balance of Red and Blue, instilling both Strength and dignity, Violet is the color of Spirituality. It is the color of people seeking spiritual fulfillment.

It also says that having too much pruple/violet in your chakra makes you grumpy! (actually it says "impatient, irritable, and arrogant")
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Anyway, there's lots of info. about the color. Maybe you can find out more about it, and figure out what you're supposed to use the crayon for??
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Turducken
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Location: REACHing for September 14th

 		O Hai:

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aaah, finally fresh air, I really didn't think it wouldn't be that easy to get out, well oh well, I guess that is a good thing, hold on, I swear I just heard footsteps behind me, hmmm I guess not. I examine my surroundings, wow that is a really nice mansion back there, if only I was there, but it looks like there is a gate so I'm not even going to bother. Then there is a church over there, yeah I don't see any need in going over there, well not yet at least, I don't know what to expect from here, hmmmm, where should I g-, oh hey, someone over there is waving to me, looks like she is struggling with that ghost over there, and wow that is a very nice car, well since she is the only other person out here....

I guess I'll go over and say hi.


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urthstripe
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 		I wrote:

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Trying to remember where I heard the stone slidey sound (as it should now forever be known as), I take a wild guess and head up the stairs to my right, hoping it doesn't lead to another hallway of doors, or worse yet, creepy twin girl ghosts who want me to come play with them, forever and ever..


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The mysterious stone slidey sound stays at the front of your mind, and you seek it out.

You turn to the stairs and head upward. The last thing you want to see is another hallway. Well, actually, those twin girls who wear the creepy, matching dresses are the last things you want to see, all chopped up and hoping you're interested in a lengthy game of… something.

Fortunately, the girls are not present. Unfortunately, another hallway is. Surprisingly, there is another person standing there, as well!

There is one door (and a traveler) directly in front of you. There is one door in front of you to your right. There are four doors in front of you to your left.


Is that you, Ironnikki?
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Kendra_W
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 		 The Village is full but...
It's nice being on the wait list!
Wow, even their waiting list responses are nice to read! For my poetic plea I checked out the Village's horoscopes in the newspaper and as a Cancer whose plans will be rained out I wrote:
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Nuri told me I'd have a boring week
So excitement at Transition Village I seek
Oh for a spot, I yearn
If not I'll catch up on my "As the World Turns"


To which, I received the binary coded message that said:
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Due to high interest, your name has been placed on a waiting list to enter Transition Village. Expect to arrive in a location as soon as one becomes available. Thank you for your beautiful poetry. The Governor was quite pleased and has spent the entire day in high spirits. We hope to see you soon. Nuri sends his regards and hopes that you enjoy your soap operas. Hopefully next week will be more exciting. In the meantime, feel free to communicate with the village through our newspaper.


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kolixela
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 		Transition Village's Response

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You pick up the life bead. It is bright white and as small as your palm. When you touch it, it hums and buzzes slightly. You put it in your pocket.



Then, using your extraordinary skills at welding, you manage to use a machine you cannot even see to create a pretty impressive looking… Wait. This is a mace. You've just welded together a weapon.



To think the situation through, you head back to the kitchen table and have a seat. As if this action signals a film to begin, the air around the seat across from you begins to flicker, and a new ghost appears.



"Hello," the woman says. She is quite beautiful, with long, white hair and a pleasant smile. "I was wondering if you would be willing to repair my sword."




I missed a reply and thus risked disappearing

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You look at your hands and see that they are growing transparent. In fact, your entire body is beginning to disappear! If you make a turn before Monday by the required time, perhaps you will re-materialize.




My Response tonight


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I turn to face the new ghost, a slight sense of euphoria strikes at the similarity between our pallor. It takes me a moment to determine why that's disturbing me. After a moment I realize that we shouldn't be sharing a similar pallor, my body is beginning to fade away. The moment this realization hits and I have a momentary panic the effect passes and my pallor returns to the shade it should be.

'Did I imagine it?'

I turn to face the woman, taking a cursory glance at her sword

"Ah, good evening Mi'Lady" I say with a smile. "Repair your sword? What happens to be the issue with it?" I inquire, shaking off the feeling of sameness that had initially upset me.

I sit for a moment and listen to the ghost's explanation.

"Ah yes Mi'Lady" I reply, "It seems like this town has been in need of someone to provide some basic blacksmithing services, I can't say that I know exactly what till transpire while I am here in town but I would be happy to assist you with this. Might I ask how your weapon came to be damaged?" A moment later I continue "Ah Mi'Lady, I am terribly sorry, I got caught up in the what of your request and simply did not think to inquire as to the who. Might I ask the name of the striking Lady whom I am assisting this fine day?"


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Caffiend
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 		WTF im a week late, damn my addiction to not checking my emails ,
AND LAIRO
YOU cant come get me ^_^ i thought you loveeeeed me ^_^
anyway IM Back fools and ill read this and jet back soon
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Kendra_W
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 		One more thought...
about the purple crayon
I wonder if it's like Harold's crayon from the book:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold_and_the_Purple_Crayon

One of my favorites!

Take Care,
Kendra

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diszaster
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You call out to the other traveler, trying to be as obvious as possible (without being rude) that you are done talking to this guy.

The traveler responds! With a sigh of relief, you indicate to the grumpy ghost that your friend is coming over. Hopefully this will be a strong enough suggestion that it is time for the ghost to leave.

But he doesn't take the hint. He also doesn't answer your question. "I hope your friend doesn't want to take a joy ride, too," the ghost grumbles. "We just going to go round picking up every single person you can find here? HELLO. I was thinking we could get to the museum within your natural lifetime."

You bite your lip and swallow an insult you want to hurl at this ghost. Maybe you can still shake him once you reach the museum. Apparently there are first class jerks in the afterlife, too. Fantastic.

The traveler arrives. You're about to say hi when the ghost handles introductions for you. "Yeah," he says, waving a transparent hand without looking up. "I'm Erdu. Get in fast. I don't have all day."


Haven't responded, but it's Sunday, so I have until tomorrow, is that right?
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Turducken
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diszaster wrote:
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You call out to the other traveler, trying to be as obvious as possible (without being rude) that you are done talking to this guy.

The traveler responds! With a sigh of relief, you indicate to the grumpy ghost that your friend is coming over. Hopefully this will be a strong enough suggestion that it is time for the ghost to leave.

But he doesn't take the hint. He also doesn't answer your question. "I hope your friend doesn't want to take a joy ride, too," the ghost grumbles. "We just going to go round picking up every single person you can find here? HELLO. I was thinking we could get to the museum within your natural lifetime."

You bite your lip and swallow an insult you want to hurl at this ghost. Maybe you can still shake him once you reach the museum. Apparently there are first class jerks in the afterlife, too. Fantastic.

The traveler arrives. You're about to say hi when the ghost handles introductions for you. "Yeah," he says, waving a transparent hand without looking up. "I'm Erdu. Get in fast. I don't have all day."


Haven't responded, but it's Sunday, so I have until tomorrow, is that right?


Yeah, I think so, since the e-mail states

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Transition Village III will accept one move per day, excluding Sundays


and I'm glad we get a break

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Nessa
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 		Thanks for the welcome, Diszaster. Smile

I went ahead and responded to my email from last night because I forgot that we got Sundays off. D'oh!

This was the reply I got last night:

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You examine the room, feeling thankful for the practical education that has prepared you for this very moment. Not only do you understand the door's code, but you know better than to rock empty chairs. Your intellect will serve you well in this place.

The first thing you do is collect the horseshoe. It is indeed heavy and… something else. Is it warm? That seems odd.

No matter, you decide, and you turn toward the medicine cabinet. Surely a quick look through the prescriptions inside will tell you a thing or two about the person who lived here. You open the cabinet door, but something distracts you. Is someone sniffling?

You look around again and notice with surprise that there is someone else in this house! It is a child, no more than about eight years old. He is standing next to the bed, shaking with fear.

He shakes his head when he realizes you've seen him, and he whispers, "Please. Please. Please don't eat me."


It seems like the kid's still alive, maybe? He's not described as being ghostly at least. Any thoughts? This was my response:

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The warmth of the horseshoe startles me, and I'm a little unnerved by it. I'll hold onto it for now, though. You can never tell when it might come in handy. I slip the horseshoe through a belt loop on my jeans to free my hands while I rummage through the cabinet.

Just as I open the cabinet door, a strange noise emits from the empty – so I thought – room behind me. I twirl around to face the source of the noise, trying to stay calm but only half-succeeding.

A kid.

A wave of relief washes over me. No axe murderers in sight, no gun-toting crazies… However, the child's appearance raises a bunch of questions. What in the world is a kid doing in this place, and where did he come from? I hadn't heard the door open. And what he said – do I look like a fairytale villain?! Honestly.

I kneel down to get at eye-level to the kid, and talk to him in low, soothing tones from across the room.

"I'm not going to eat you, or hurt you in any way. What would make you think that? And what's wrong, sweetie? Is there anything I can do to help you?"


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FractalP
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 		Oh man. Oooooooh maaaan, am I in trouble.

My turn last Saturday!
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I dash back over to the oven entrance and squeeze my way in. I run over to the oven door, crouching down in front of it and feel my way around for the exit switch. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the life bead I saw earlier. I pick up the life bead, placing it in my pocket, then returning to my search for the switch.

At last, my fingers run across an anomaly in the smooth surface of the oven door; as I activate it, I pull the axe from my side, ready to charge into battle. The oven door swings open, and I leap out, axe in hand and aimed for Mrs Swelter...


Response!
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Acting quickly, you dash back to the oven door, ignoring how amazing a hidden room inside an oven is, and you search for the switch – but not before picking up the life bead that's lying near your knees. Smart thinking.

When you find the switch, you waste you no time. You pull it, and the door swings open.

Back in the Physician's home, a small battle wages before your eyes. Miss Sepsis and Mrs. Swelter, two polar opposites in physicality, are locked in a furious clump in the corner of the room, near the dresser. You look around. They have knocked most things askew and broken a chair.

"Raise the axe!" the armchair ghost snaps in a whisper behind you. "What are you waiting for?"

You do as he says, lifting your weapon into the air and aiming it at Mrs. Swelter.

Miss Sepsis sees you coming first. "NO!!!!!!!!!" she screams, and the two of them stop cold. They turn to look at you.

"What are you thinking?" For some reason, Miss Sepsis doesn't look pleased at all that you're here to help. "Were you just about to hack my sister to bits?"

You turn to look at the armchair ghost for support, but he, too, appears shocked. "How could anyone do such a thing? Miss Sepsis," he says, "I caught this scoundrel trying to destroy your oven. When I struggled to prevent this crime, I found the axe pointed at me. I had to release the door to get the lunatic away. I had no idea I would be putting your ladyships in danger. Please forgive me." He bows to the two women.

"Let's cook our guest," Mrs. Swelter says.

Miss Sepsis eyes you as if considering this plan, but the armchair ghost interrupts.

"If I may," he says, "please give me this traveler. I will handle the situation."

Miss Sepsis and Mrs. Swelter exchange looks. They nod.

"Just don't hurt anybody," Miss Sepsis tells him.

Mrs. Swelter takes your axe. The armchair ghost grabs you by the elbow and drags you back to the oven. "Until next time," he tells them. You are dragged back to the hidden room.

You're furious, but he whispers into your ear, "Get your best pie recipe. It had better be really good. We're going to take care of both of them."


My response to their response!
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Confused and enraged, I turn around and stare intently at the armchair-ghost. "You expect me to trust you now? They would have killed me! I was almost baked alive because of you!" The ghost stares directly back into my eyes, and though I try to hold fast, I eventually avert my gaze. Thinking back on the events of the past few minutes, I realise he wasn't really the one at fault. I was trying to do the exact same thing anyway before he let me out. And Ms Sepsis did intend to kill me, even though I was trying to help her. That's not exactly something I'm going to forget quickly.

Looking around, I notice I haven't been paying much attention to my locale. I realise for the first time that I'm standing inside a room inside an *oven*. A question burns bright in my mind, as I turn to ask the armchair-ghost, "What would possibly possess someone to build a room inside an oven? I mean, sure, it might cut the cost of heating in the winter, but..." Realizing that I debating the purpose of oven houses with a ghost, I quickly say "Actually, never mind. I'm not sure I could comprehend."

"Alright, back on topic. If I want to get rid of those two," I say, swivelling around to take in the room. "I'm going to need to bake a pie, correct?" I grin mischievously, tenting my fingers in front of me. "I think I know just the one. How many do we need, Mr... Oh, I don't believe I caught your name."


Well, I have my recipe picked out and mostly written, but I hope I don't have to make like 300 pies. *gulp* That'd take over 1000 eggs, and I doubt he'd keep that in his fridge. Unless there's somehow a warehouse inside the fridge.

Anyway, it's about 2AM, so I need to go get catch some Z's before I collapse at my desk.

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 		Hey Turducken,

Hope you don't mind that I'm dancing lead for this turn.

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I beam at the new arrival, beckoning to the passenger seat. I make the necessary introductions, hoping that my new passenger and the lovely, charming, and downright adorable Erdu will make small talk as I take the motorcar out of park and head east to the Daniel G. Museum.

Sometime along the way, I mention in passing to the fellow traveler, "Oh uh. Don't look in the glove compartment." VROOM.

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 		Alright, here we go:

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Stepping away from the smelly laundry, you walk over to the dresser. There is just enough light coming from a high window that you are able to see around the room.

The dresser next to the door is old and covered in dust. You reach for the top drawer.

But something stops you. You scream. There is an icy hand on your shoulder, and you fall backward in alarm. With a thud, you hit the floor, and you sit there, looking around for whoever grabbed you.

It's an old woman with skin that looks as old as the dust on the dresser. There's something else odd about her – she's transparent. You stand up slowly.

"Too good for the laundry, are you?" Her ancient voice sounds like a rusty door trying to open.

You attempt to explain that you are not the servant, but she shakes her head.

"Who do you think you are, then? The leader of the land? You're in my servant's quarters, and you're my servant! Now you work for me!" She takes your hand and smacks the back of it with her freezing palm.

"Now," she continues, "the first thing you will do is find the servant girl who is hiding. Bring her to me. You have until Tuesday night."

She vanishes. You are alone in the room. All at once you realize that you smell absolutely horrible… the old woman has somehow replaced the clothes you were wearing with stinking laundry!

Shaken, you go back to the dresser and open the top drawer. Inside are three items: a clothespin, a car freshener, and a life bead. You may take only one item per turn.


Any my reply:

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I rub my sore hand, and wrinkle my nose at the stench coming off of my new clothes. Somehow, things just went from confusing to uncomfortable.

"So, I need to find a hiding servant, huh? Guess I don't have anything better to do. At least its a good excuse to get out of here and look around. Maybe I can even get her to clean these filthy rags." I grab the car freshener and tie it around one of my belt loops, hoping that it will somewhat hold off my offensive stench, and open the door next to the dresser to explore this area further.


Urthstripe wrote:
Is that you, Ironnikki?


I don't think so. I'm in the servant quarters, and I think that you're in a hallway. Although I think it quite likely that we'll bump into each other pretty soon!
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FractalP
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 		Thanks to my silly spam filter, I didn't see the email about the blog post on Big Pete last week. Seems like armchair-ghost is most likely him. Hmm.

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 		No update tonight, odd

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